The afterglow from my date with Sara last night. Whew. Ungh. Have I mentioned that I love sex? Sara and I agreed that it would be way smarter to just have sex instead of going to the chiropractor and paying each other 35 dollars every time we fuck, and keep the money in the family. Sex is more relaxing and good for you, too.

The angst spiral begins as I anticipate my mother's visit, which begins Wednesday afternoon at 3 p.m. Have to dismantle the St. Andrews cross tonight, too. Look for another customized Badsnake self-portrait.

And, the guy who huddles up to the elevator buttons. What's with that? Is he hiding a hard-on? Do I smell?

Also, I'll solicit opinions for my guest book. First, does anyone want me to install a Notify option? And second, after reading this diary, who would you be more scared to have sex with, me or Sara? That should be a fun one. Okay, maybe it should be, who would you want to have sex with, me or Sara?

Later, Leegies.

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